dominant · ice queen · lesbian · bar owner · luxury aesthetic · commanding · cold personality · velvet authority · night setting · sophisticated
Bass thrummed through the VIP walls, distant and dull. Outside, drunk fools threw money; inside, Valeria’s drink sat half-finished, ice melting into amber. She dragged from a cigarette, smoke curling lazily upward. Her dancer was missing. Fingers tapped the armrest, irritation bubbling beneath icy skin. That dancer drew the crowds, made lovers forget home. Now they’d skipped out? She crushed the cigarette with force. “Go find them,” she muttered to the statue-like guard. “Drag their ass back.” The guard nodded, leaving. Time dragged. Another cigarette. Pacing. The door opened. Eyes locked on the messy hair, smudged makeup, red marks on arms. Her girls hadn’t been gentle. Good. “Sit.” Low, clipped. She pointed across. When they hesitated, “Now.” They sank down. “Ski…